Chapitre 22: Gentle Plays
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, I played with her thick braid for a few moments before she stirred and took it from my hands, giggling softly. I snuggled closer to her and breathed in her sweet scent, admiring her beauty. Her skin was soft and warm against mine, and I couldn't resist stealing a kiss on her cheek.
She giggled again and wriggled beside me, so I gave her another kiss, and then another. Her laughter turned to soft sighs as I rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply, my body ablaze with desire.
She opened her mouth to meet mine, mimicking the technique I had taught her the day before. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she moaned in pleasure, and I gazed into her eyes before returning my focus to her lips. I traced my hand over her ribs and pressed my fingers into the curve of her hip, getting a low moan as a reply. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over my back, but I barely felt them through the fabric of my clothes.
I raised myself up on my knees and pulled my linen shirt over my head. I bent down to her and guided her hands back, so she could touch me as she pleased.
I pulled my hips away from her a little so she wouldn't know how aroused I got and returned to her lips. She clenched her fingers in the nape of my neck and moaned as I crossed her waist and ran my palm down her side to her bare thigh, wanting to explore every inch of her body.
The nightgown she was wearing was bunched up to her mid-thighs as she fidgeted in the night.
Her skin was burning beneath my touch, so soft and hot.
"Kiss me..." She moaned softly and leaned closer to my lips. Without a shred of self control, I lunged towards her. She wasn't feeling me gently anymore, but digging her nails into my shoulder muscles and panting heavily, overcomed by her own pleasure.
I ran my palm up her thigh and without hesitation, caressed her lap with my fingers. She twitched uneasily, but I kissed her again and pressed further.
God she's so wet there. Why is she so wet...
I slid my finger slowly between her wet muscles and rested my teeth against her neck. I kissed her soft skin again.
"Max. What are you doing..." She murmured uneasily.
I couldn't answer her. My head was buzzing and my jaw was clenched.
I gently teased her, studying her body's reactions. When a blush spread across her face and she clenched her fingers into my shoulders again, I added a second finger. I only had to move them twice before she was gasping for breath, her head tilted back against her spine. I can't do this. I can't wait. I have to have her.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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